| 9-11-01 The Morning
The morning of Sept 11th I got up to start my day to
see like so many others the World Trade Center, on TV,
on fire. I watched the scene's over and over of two
misrepresented, pregnant steal American Eagles,
misguided by evil, crash deliberately into New York's
Pride, the Twin Towers. I watched as these once proud,
strong and tall glass New York brothers; hearts
shattered. They came crashing down, leaving a sky
filled with darkness and our hearts and mind filled
with fear and disbelief.
9-11-01 Unsung Heroes
I was at Ground Zero for almost five days and made
some seemingly, very close friends, some new brothers
and sisters. The only problem is, none of had on
nametags nor had time for formal introductions. So I
am back in Boston and trying to live my life, dealing
as best I can, with the thoughts and often-painful
emotions stemming from my week at Ground Zero. I feel
pain that my never go away though, realize what I did
was necessary. All that I did at Ground Zero was for
the sake of the greater good of our Country and
Countrymen and women as well as for the sake of the
future of our free world, and to ensure the future of
our children. I may never be rewarded for my efforts
at Ground Zero, nor will I ever be able to, again meet
the certain hero’s I worked with at Ground Zero as
they don’t know my name and I don’t know theirs. What
I do know is we took part in an event that will never
be forgotten by people that were there and people that
saw it on TV. It was a bittersweet experience. Mostly
bitter, though knowing we can unite and come together
under times of darkness for our country tells me, that
the light will always shine over the USA and our sprit
will never be defeated. That’s reward enough for me.
Ground Zero created allot of unsung heroes you may
never hear about or see in on the news or in a movie
about 911 but we were there and were proud as well as
honored to have served our Country in time of crisis.
9-11-01 Mixed Feelings
I am glad and sad that I came to New York and was able
to help. I would do it again. Most of all, and the way
I will cope with the tragedy and its dark moments, is
by remembering the one we saved and knowing the sun
will rise again in New York and in our RED, white and
blue-hearts.
9-11-02 The Anniversary
Sept 11th 2002 The anniversary... I wrote this on Sept
11th 2002, looking upon the New York Skyline, a place
where the Towers once stood. I look. I miss, I wonder,
I hope... Flowers will Bloom again in Manhattan. I see
a distant elegance in a winter trees crystal frost
though as I look I wonder what was lost. These ice
glazed translucent and sparkling branches are certain
to make you stop and stare though to me this tree is
winter bare. I see a distant elegance in a winter
trees crystal frost though as I look I wonder what was
lost. I wonder what real beauty lies sleeping beneath
the wintry snow? What colorful treasures in the warmth
or the Spring Sun will grow? It's the intimate
magnificent warmth of the Summer Cherry Blossom tree,
which was lost I urn to see. A NEW DAY is Coming. Our
hearts will heal, we will see beauty AGAIN. in our
hearts lives and in the New York Skyline. |
9-11-01 Tears of Grief
Tears of grief and disbelief fall endlessly from my
tired eyes. I understand why my tears fall, and don’t
fight them. I understand the need for tears. As each
tear wells up beneath my tired eye lids, traveling
slowly down my cheek, a small amount of the dust,
chemicals and particle debris, once imbedded in my
eyes, gets washed away. I let the tears fall. Each
tear and each new day that passes, slowly washes away
the pain in my eyes and in my heart. A tear falls, a
day passes, my heart mends a little, one day at a
time. I hope and pray we all will restore our good and
happy thoughts of life. I have faith in us for we are
great and proud Americans. One tear, one day at a time
we will heal and prevail. I think the mental pain will
be around for a while. Some of the mental pain is for
me, though the lasting mental I feel and will for a
long time, is for all the glorious Americans who died
that day.
9-11-01 Guilt
I feel guilty for crumbling like the towers after 911.
Should I stand tall in the spirit of the towers and
for sake of loved ones lost. I feel weak though I find
strength in you! I hope for a better tomorrow. Hope
and Unity. Peace and Love.
9-11-01 For Granted
A tiny pearl rests at the bottom of the sea, far from
the eyes of you and me. How precious and exquisite
that tiny pearl. All alone, planted in its shimmering
beauty, at the bottom of the sea. Never the less, a
part of our world. For the sake of this precious and
exquisite pearl, shimmering in its beauty for no one
to see, stop where you stand take a moment to look
around. Pay attention to what’s beautiful around you a
sight or a sound. A tiny flower rests neglected at the
end of your road. Surly there’s no reason for that
tiny flower to be alone. If you neglect the tiny
flower at the end of your road what chance would that
tiny pearl ever have to be known.
9-11-01 Memories-Hope
I am a tear. I am born. I fall from the sky. I land on
the earth to begin my life. I am sterile. I am water.
I am clear but EMPTY. What am I here for? What is my
purpose? I search for FULL-fullness. My last memory is
not pleasant. 9-11-01. I am over run by thick dry
dirt, attempting to wipe out my existence. I have not
yet had a chance to live. I feel pain. I am immobile.
I must break free. I must live. Part of me escapes, as
a small and discolored drip. My progress is slowed. I
am no longer whole. A large part of who, and what I
am, was left behind, trapped forever in the dirt, a
constant reminder of my past experience in the
darkness. I find strength and once again move onward
into the unknown, to live. To find purpose, with hope,
I move on. A gentle breeze blows. I feel myself
moving. I hope in the right direction. The wind picks
up. Unexpectedly I find myself soaring with the wind
and landing in a green meadow. I have landed on the
petal of a beautiful flower. My future was up in the
air, though, now I am grounded. I am not whole, though
I am at piece. Will this be my purpose and my place in
the world? I look to the sky while a lark passes
overhead. I watch, in wonder and mystery at the gentle
bird soaring in the wind. |